If I sat one afternoon in which heavy rain falls. Maybe I’ll let the inner me to pause for a moment of silence. My concern can be absolutely nil. And if you tried to call, maybe I will not answer. I brought down to earth with rain in the afternoon. My voice is a patter that can not be detained any longer in the air.
Rain brings the life spirits back to our mother earth, and inside every single patter – is none but me without a name. Rain brings abundant of energy back to our homeland, but some maybe doesn’t sense it and yet a melancholy memory might arise.
Well, its okay. But lets lose our burden, lets open our heart, let the mind be still, and we shall dance within the rain.